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  • The Day the Earth Didn’t Stand Still

    June 5, 2001 – June 14, 2001

    We’ve been in Taipei just over a week and things have finally begun shaking.

    When we arrived at Chiang Kai-Shek airport I was at first disappointed that we arrived at the old terminal 1 building. They recently opened a newer, bigger, more modern terminal 2. For whatever reason, Singapore Air doesn’t apparently use terminal 2 it’s probably reserved for EVA Air and China Air, the domestic carriers.

    After I saw the line at immigrations, though, I was glad we’d come in at terminal 1. I’ve never seen the lines so short, and in mid-day, too! Because of the length of my stay, I couldn’t have a visa-less entry (14 days max), so I had to stop at the immigrations counter and apply for a 30 day entry visa. Once again they didn’t charge me the NT1500 fee – I guess they’re still happy with the United States. It’s nice somebody is. However, once past there, it took us only 5 minutes to clear immigrations – it usually takes 40 minutes.

    Chu-Wan’s parents picked us up and were eager to try my Chinese. Unfortunately, my brain was stuck in Japanese mode. I simply couldn’t recall simple Chinese words and phrases. The Japanese equivalent always came to mind. Days spent trying to bring Japanese forward finally paid off, just a day late and a dollar short.

    It took me several days to break out of Japanese mode and begin to use Chinese. I’m afraid my Chinese hasn’t been as successful as I’d like. When people speak, it’s still too fast, and even slowed down, they tend to use phrases that are a bit more complex than what I’ve learned, so sometimes they’ll ask me something very simple, but one word will throw me off and I just don’t get it. Still at least I can ask for prices and understand the answer or ask for directions to simple things – that’s something of an accomplishment. I’ve still got 1.5 weeks of practice; we’ll see how it goes.

    After arrival, Chu-Wan’s parents took us for a steak lunch. I went to the restroom and promptly cracked my skull on the door. Apparently, doors are taller in Japan than Taiwan – I didn’t once hurt my head in Japan. It had apparently lured me into a false sense of security, because I injured myself on the first interior doorway I passed through in Taiwan.

    Taipei is a city in the process of change. Many of you may have read about some of the things I’ve pointed out as standing out to my eyes in the past, and a lot of them seem to be going by the wayside.

    It always amazed me how many public restrooms were placed so that passersby got the maximum opportunity to view the occupants of the restrooms and what they were doing. Now, they’ve installed privacy screens outside the subway restrooms, so you can’t just walk by and watch people urinating. I haven’t yet had a single woman walk in on me in the men’s room at a McDonald’s either.

    Taipei’s traffic, which at best could be described as insane and at worst completely lawless, is being curbed in. They’ve lowered the speed limit on city streets. (I didn’t even know they had a speed limit to lower on the city streets.) They’ve banned driving and using cell phones. They have new mandatory seat belt and baby seat laws and most importantly, they’ve apparently instructed the police officers to go out and ENFORCE traffic laws, on both cars and pedestrians. It appears they are more successful enforcing against pedestrians, probably because they are easier to catch, because you actually see people waiting for a walk signal, even when there’s no cars coming – something unheard of before. Nonetheless, I’ve seen more police in Taipei on this trip than I’ve ever seen in the past.

    Police cars are easy to spot in Taipei – they ALWAYS have their rolling lights on. Apparently if you pull over because on is behind you, they assume you must be feeling guilty about something and will check you out thoroughly. Never pull over for a policeman unless he uses his siren on you. It’s odd when you see a police car with lights on sitting outside a business and you cannot assume that something bad has happened.

    014 Great Sidewalk Caper

    Another striking change is that Taipei used to have horrendously awful sidewalks, made of brick tiles. These were uneven from age and earth moment (both quakes and roots pushing them up) and from the constant cutting and digging through them. Combined with really awful cement patches, which were never allowed to dry before people started walking across them, produced a sidewalk-walking environment not unlike crossing a stream full of rocks. Now, they’re tearing them all up and replacing them with nice new sidewalks.

    In the interim, however, you practically have to walk in the street all over the city as they seem to have decided to rip all the old ones up before laying down the new. The construction is all over town, but I’ve only run across a few places where they’ve started putting the new bricks down. My guess is that this project is designed to give some people work during the slow economy. They’ve certainly got enough people on the project.

    Somehow, I feel saddened by the changes – some of Taipei’s character is being stripped away from it. Such is “progress.”

    Prices on electronics are pretty good this year, and since I experienced first hand the limitations of my digital camera and continued problems with my Hi8 Camcorder, I decided to replace it with a new Mini DV camcorder with a built in megapixel digital still camera. I picked up a Japanese version of a camera not quite out on the US market yet for a great deal (and several hundred less than the projected price in the US when it becomes available this month or next.) The only problem is that it’s in Japanese, menus and all. Fortunately, I can read and use it. I’ll be posting some digital stills from the new camera along with this installment.

    Yesterday we went up to Yangmingshan National Park (mountains north of Taipei) and spent the night in a hotel so that we’d be able to explore the park better than we’ve been able to in the past. The problem is, the only time to go is during the week when there are no crowds, but the busses don’t run through the park. In the end, we had to drive. Correction: I had to drive, as Chu-Wan cannot drive a stick shift car.

    Taipei’s traffic has improved, but it’s no picnic. It still follows bizarre conventions, such as left lanes that are marked as left turn only, but no one ever does, they continue straight – or occasionally turn right. It also still uses the force your way in principal – the other drivers will let you, but they expect the same from you. I have no trouble forcing myself in, but it’s hard to yield to others doing things that would get you shot dead on US streets.

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    The night before our trip, Chu-Wan went visiting a friend, so I let my brother-in-law, Johnny, drive me up to Yangmingshan so I could memorize the route. The weather is so much nicer up there. In Taipei it is in the 80s and in the high 90% humidity range, with heavy rain most days.

    We explored a few places and I actually got to see the “famous” cows of Chiangtiangang (see my last Taiwan travelogue for the mystery of the cows.) Actually, the cows have very unusual horns and seem more like some form of oxen, but they seemed friendly.

    We drove to the highest point you can reach by car and I snapped a few digital pictures. Unfortunately, I wasn’t up to speed on the new camera and didn’t get any good pictures of the cows in “Super NightShot” mode, which allows one to shoot in total darkness.

    I picked up the book, Hiking in Taiwan, a local book published in English on trails around Taiwan. I applaud the effort, it’s the only book I’m aware of in English on the subject, but it’s not as informative as I’d like. There are many obstacles to hiking in Taiwan, such as requirements for local guides and permits in many places, but for the readily accessible trails, the guide doesn’t really give the kind of information regarding what to expect along the trail, conditions, etc.

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    On my last two trips to Yangmingshan, I’ve been at the mercy of someone else’s timetable, so, although there are numerous trails in the park, I’ve not been able to hike any of them. This time, we were in control.

    Picking our drive time carefully, we made it out of town during a low traffic period and had no difficulty getting to the park or getting around once we were there. The park was nearly deserted.

    First, we went back to Chiangtiangang and walked a 2.5 KM loop trail that was fairly level, with a few steep areas. The cows were out in force and Chu-Wan got to see them at last. When we returned to the car, a note from the police was placed on our windshield warning that thieves were in the area and not to leave anything valuable in the car.

    Next we went to Hsiaoyoukan, the first place I was taken in Yangmingshan years ago. There was a trail leading up over the fumeroles that I couldn’t follow and today we took out after it. The trail is only 1.5KM long and leads to the highest peak in the area, Qishinshan (7 star mountain).

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    This is a brutal hike. It’s paved with stones (like most trails I’ve seen in Taiwan) but in places, and for long distances, it moves straight up the mountain at a 50 to 55 degree incline. It’s an extremely difficult walk and at the same time, the wind blowing through the park was approaching hurricane force. It would, quite literally, blow you off your feet. The going was quite difficult, but we made it to the top.

    Rain clouds were moving in, so we headed back for the car. Exhausted, we returned to the hotel.

    We stayed at the Landis China Yangmingshan hotel, which, like many hotels in the area has a hot spring. Chu-Wan wanted to spend some time in the pool, but you cannot enter the pool unless you are wearing a hair cap – apparently a common requirement in Taiwan. So, after much gnashing of teeth, we bought the expensive caps for sale at the hotel. Chu-Wan put one foot in the pool and decided she did not want to swim after all – the water was too cold.

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    We spent time in the sulfurous hot spring instead, which was quite relaxing, if a bit offensive to the nose.

    At 9:17 last night, we were sitting on the bed. Chu-Wan was talking to her mother on the phone, when the bed started shaking. She had been moving around, so I really didn’t notice. Then the door started banging, much as if someone was pulling on the handle to see if the door would open. While I was trying to figure out why someone was trying to get into our room, Chu-Wan said, in English, “earthquake” and went back to speaking to her mother.

    The banging stopped and that was the end of it. I probably wouldn’t have even figured it out if she hadn’t said something. A few minutes later the news confirmed that a 6.3 earthquake had hit in the ocean of the northeastern coast, near Hualien and Ilan. The quake registered 3.0 in Taipei – not significant, but enough to send news crews out looking for any damage at all to report. An hour or so later they found a broken water pipe to show on the news – otherwise it was a non-event. As far as I can tell reports from Hualien and Ilan where the quake was in the 4.x range were negative as well.

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    Satisfied that I’d now experienced an earthquake, I decided that I didn’t need anymore, although I would have liked to have captured it on my camcorder.

    The hotel has air conditioning, and so we slept in this morning. By the time we woke up and got ready to go it was 10 AM, the optimum time for me to drive back to Taipei and miss the traffic.

    We got back to Chu-Wan’s parents’ home at about 10:45AM. I was surprised that there were a couple of tiles from the front of the building lying on the front porch. I figured that they would have picked them up, being in such a well traveled position right out the front door. As it turns out, at 10:35AM another earthquake had hit. This was separate quake, not an aftershock, and was bigger and closer than the first. It was still in the ocean off the northeast coast, but this one registered 5.0 in Taipei. I was either driving across an elevated expressway or forging my way down Jinshan road in Taipei at the time and didn’t notice it at all.

    It wouldn’t be surprising if we have more, but none have happened yet. Last I heard the subways were closed for inspection until they are sure there was no damage.

    Meanwhile, the southern part of Taiwan has been shut down due to torrential rain. Airports closed due to the weather, highways closed due to mudslides and it’s heading this way and expected to hit Taipei hard. So far, it’s only been a light rain, but the sky is ominous. It’s been a good day to stay indoors and write my logs.

    We may have to change our travel plans for next week to the central part of Taiwan. The rains and the quakes make the central mountains a bad place to go. We may end up going back to Kenting on the southern tip of the island for some more ocean fun before the college kids get out for the summer.

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  • Yellowstone! – Day Seven Thursday August 26, 1999

    We made our way out of Jackson and back to Pocatello via the scenic route, over the Teton Pass. We went this way partially because I didn’t want to go into the lower plains any sooner than I had to, and partly because everywhere we went that damn WYDOT (Wyoming Department of Transportation) was tearing up the roads.

    Each time we ran into construction, they were making the traffic go in one-way switch-offs for 30 minutes at a time. Every main road into Jackson was under construction for miles on end. The road over Teton pass isn’t considered one of tha main roads, and we only hit one construction zone, and they hadn’t got the flagmen out yet.

    We arrived in Pocatello with 2 hours to spare before our flight. We killed a little time in the town, which really isn’t such a bad place, but it really does feel isolated.

    Our flights were on-time and completely uneventful, which seems to be a first for me.

    Our arrival in Phoenix gave us just about 18 hours before my in-laws would have to be back at the airport to return to Taiwan. Murphy’s Law being what it is demanded that something go wrong, in this case, our luggage never left Salt Lake City.

    After discovering that every last piece of our luggage was missing, we informed Delta. They informed us that it had been left behind, but would be on the 11:30 flight, and they’d deliver it to us right away.

    “It will probably be very late tonight”, they warned us,

    “No problem”, we said, “We’ll wait up.”

    We went home and waited. At 11:45 I checked the Delta lost baggage tracking web page. According to the page, all luggage had arrived in Phoenix and would be delivered to our home address (which they had correctly) between 11:30 and 3:30 AM. We staid awake waiting for the luggage that never came.

    Finally, at 5:00AM, we called Delta.

    They said, “Oh, no residential deliveries are made at that hour of night, only to hotels and businesses.”

    (“What businesses would these be?”, I asked myself, “7-11s?”) Finally at 6:45AM this morning, our luggage arrived – intact and complete. Our voyage now complete.

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  • Yellowstone! – Day Six Wednesday August 25, 1999

    We decided to try looking at the Tetons again.

    First we headed towards Teton Village, a small ski enclave near Jackson, at the base of the Teton range. We took the arial tramway to the top of Rendezvous point (10,000+ ft) and looked around at all the crazy places where skiers will try to kill themselves.

    There is a magnificent view of the Tetons and Jackson Hole from the top. Even in the summer, at this altitude, the wind was cold as it blew off the glacier of the nearby Grand Teton.

    After coming down, we headed to the hamlet of Moose. Along the way we saw a bull moose along side the road who was being very photogenic.

    After eating pizza in Moose, we stopped by the National Park visitor center, where we discovered that it was Founders Day: the anniversary of the founding of the National Park Service and the 49th anniversary of the opening of Grand Teton National Park. They even had free admission and cake for all the visitors.

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  • Yellowstone! – Day Five Tuesday August 24, 1999

    We were up at 5:00AM and out the door by 6:30 to meet the 7:00AM bus. Even though it topped 92 degrees on Monday afternoon, it was freezing at 6:30 in the morning. The bus headed south of Jackson, where we reached a boat dock on the Snake River where we were to take a combination scenic and whitewater trip for 16 miles down the mighty Snake River.

    The first half of the trip was the “scenic” part. The water was very calm and totally flat. The pace of the trip was designed to enjoy the scenery. After 8 miles, we stopped at camp for a breakfast of sausage, eggs and pancakes. My in-laws, along with Kiki, with her hurt knee, left the river at this point. The remaining four of us proceeded on the 8 mile whitewater portion of the trip. There are several whitewater companies making the trips down the river. We estimated, conservatively we felt, that there are at least 60 trips per day and the river was rather crowded.

    Bouncing along the “rapids” was a lot of fun, but it was late in the summer and it had been quite hot. By this point in the year, the river was no longer swollen with run-off and there really wasn’t much in the way of rapids.

    Rapids are classified in a system of 1 to 5; 1 being the easiest, 5 being the most difficult. Our trip comprised mostly of Class 1 and 2 rapids, with 3 Class 3 rapids. There were 13 or 14 people on our boat, including some small children (6 to 10 years of age), one of whom was very vocal about not wanting to get doused or killed on the rapids. Which each little rapid he would ask, “Was that the Big Kahona?” (Big Kahona is the name of the biggest Class 3 rapid we were going to go through.)

    We had a raft which could go either direction and our guide, Mitch, asked which side of the boat wanted to go first through the Big Kahona. (First means wettest.) We took a vote and the other side of the boat won, Chu-Wan was very disappointed, as was the vocal brat on the far side of the boat. Mitch gave Chu-Wan and the boy a chance to swap sides and they did. Chu-Wan and the boy’s family got drenched. Those of us at the rear of the boat only got a little wet by the Big Kahona, but, but now all the little splashes had gotten us pretty well soaked anyway. (Incidentally, the water is 40 degrees F.).

    The boy jubilently started laughing and gloating and shouting at the other side of the boat, telling them how they were “losers”, etc. He was sitting at the extreme rear end of the boat, the furthest from the action.

    I said but one thing, “Mitch, can you turn the boat around for the next one?”

    Mitch looked pleased and turned the boat around. The boy was now screaming in terror.

    When it works, justice is good.

    On the next rapid the boy got sloshed but good and knocked off of his perch on the raft. I grabbed him before he went overboard, although the temptation was there to let him go.

    Our overall group had been broken into two boats, and the boat behind us had a family with three incredibly obnoxious children in it. On the bus ride, I learned that the boys’ names were Thaddeus, Chance and Alexander. They fought, they bickered, they irritated everyone and their new-age maternal parental unit never said a negative word to the little shits all the way to the river or all the way back no matter how bad or out-of-control they got.

    I was pleased to see that two out of the three of them were pushed overboard by their guide and father as part of a “practice” for what to do in case they fell over during the rapids. They were soaked and shivering, but they still wouldn’t shut up on the way back to Jackson. They were impressive in their sustained horridness.

    During the 16 miles trip we saw

    • 7 Bald Eagles
      • 2 adult pair
      • 1 pair of immature eagles
      • 1 solo individual (we probably just missed seeing his mate)
    • 2 bald eagle nests,
    • 4 Osprey ,
    • schools of Cutthroat Trout and
    • significant Beaver damage (but no Beavers).

    Back in town, Chu-Wan and I went shopping, then hit the CyberCity Internet café and game center so I could finally see what was happening in the rest of the world.

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  • Yellowstone! – Day Four Monday August 23, 1999

    This was a long, long day! We travelled from West Yellowstone, Mt. to Jackson, Wy.

    First, we had unfinished business: We finally stopped at the Lower, Mid and West Thumb Geyser Basins.

    Once past these last stops, we headed directly to the Grand Teton National Park. As we got our first glimpse of the Tetons over Jackson Lake, everyone insisted that we stop and take pictures.

    They truly are breathtaking mountains, but would the view keep everyone occupied for three days. Somehow I doubted it.

    We got into Jackson, Wy by 4:00PM and checked into our hotel. Chu-Wan and I went walking around the town and picked up some waterproof disposable cameras for tomorrow.

    Jackson is a mess. It’s now a lot like Sedona, Az: hordes of tourists, jamming the itty-bitty streets, which are lined with mall shops and the occasional artist’s gallery. Another nice town destroyed by too-many humans. Every fourth or fifth shop is a realtor, and the cheapest priced two-bedroom home we could find listed for $600,000. Thanks, but no thanks.

    Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Kiki managed to take a tumble and scrap up her knee on the asphalt. Although she was almost a teenager she had apparently never had a cut or srape in her life. This lead to a great deal of hysterics, culminating with my father-in-law applying iodine to the wound in a less-than-merciful fashion.

    The hotel had charcoal grills so we bought hotdogs at Albertson’s and cooked them for dinner. The weather was perfect, but the mosquitoes were out in squadrons.

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  • Yellowstone! – Day Three Sunday August 22, 1999

    This morning, my in-laws didn’t go with us. They were tired and wanted to take a day off.

    We headed across the northern part of the southern loop, towards the fishing bridge and lake.

    We stopped again in Canyon and asked about bison sightings. Thre had been none so far that day, but we were heading where they had been seen the day before. Not too far down the road we saw the bison – hundreds of them. One was only 5 feet off the side of the road.

    We went to Lake, ate lunch, then went to the trail leading to the Natural Bridge. At last out of the car and walking on foot, we hiked the short one-mile trail to the bridge and climbed up it. Up one side, we saw a marmot.

    Heading back along the same route there were even more bison on the road. We got stopped on the road when one of them decicided to (ever so slowly) cross the road in front of us. Even the big mini-van wouldn’t win a fight with one of these massive animals.

    We thought about staying late in the fishing areas, as grizzly bears had been seen the last few days in the evening, but there was no realistic hope we’d see one and we decided to go back to town.

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  • Yellowstone! – Day Two Saturday August 21, 1999

    Saturday’s excursion was towards Old Faithful. We skipped Lower and Mid Geyser Basins, as well as Black Sands and Biscuit Basin because everyone else wanted to save their energy for walking around later. If time and energy permitted, we’d stop there on our way back.

    We waited only about 20 minutes for Old Faithful, then walked around part of upper basin for a few short minutes before we had to leave. By this point I’d noticed that our bathroom stops are longer than our sightseeing stops. I suspect that I should have been videotaping the toilets instead of the park.

    We proceeded south to West Thumb and stopped at Grant Village to buy food at the grill which we took it to a nearby picnic area and ate. This was a pleasant, unhurried 30 minutes respite from the hustle and bustle of “speed sightseeing” that we’d been doing.

    We went to the beach of Yellowstone Lake and played around there for 30 minutes to an hour the shot back to our hotel, making it a short day.

    We did stop at Black Sands Basin on the way back, but not the others. The 1959 earthquake destroyed Biscuit Basin and I decided to omit it from my itinerary.

    Since we were in town early, we went to Grizzly World, a local “bear conservation” park (read: really small zoo) where we saw some grizzlies and a wolf pack. Chu-Wan and I spent the rest of the evening walking around town seeing the sights.

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  • Yellowstone! – Day One Friday, August 20, 1999

    9:00AM comes early in West Yellowstone, (especially since it was 8:00AM Arizona time) and it was off in the mini-van for great adventures. Considering our hotel location and duration of our stay, the general layout of Yellowstone stinks. Each day we would have to travel the same entry strectch of the road until we reached a branching point in the road, but the first day was easy. We chose the northern loop as our day’s excursion.

    Travelling east into the park, we traveled along the Madison river, passing several fishermen and, at one point, a small herd of young elk. Yellowstone is justifiably famous for being a great place to see wildlife. While watching the elk, a large coyote was spotted on the opposite side of the road. It was big enough I would have sworn it was a wolf, but it had distinctly coyote-looking features.

    Our first waypoint was Madison, which is nothing but a fork in the road, where we turned somewhat north towards the Norris basin, a large area of volcanism. Norris Basin was full of hot springs and such, but not everyone in the crew was up to the one-mile hike and so I had to cut it short, missing one of the most active geysers in the basin. I did manage to see a minor eruption of the steamboat geyser, which hasn’t had a major eruption since 1981; however, they say when it does erupt, it is twice as tall as Old Faithful.

    The day’s first itinerary change came when we redirected ourselves towards Canyon village, near the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone. We had planned on heading north, directly to Mammoth and the Mammoth hot springs – something I really wanted to see, but instead headed east towards the village of Canyon. Our new goal wasn’t sightseeing, but food.

    We arrived at the village, the day was beautiful, the weather perfect and the picnic tables outside beckoned to me. Unfortunately, everyone else wanted to eat indoors at the cafeteria. I couldn’t stand the thought and grabbed a sandwich at the deli shop and ate by myself outside. That is, if you consider being surrounded by hundreds of foreigners being “alone”.

    During my lunch two squirrels began to come to me and beg food. Clearly neither was starving. I named the smaller one Kiki as it had the same, curious expressions and mannerisms as our travelling companion Kiki. After finishing my lunch, the others were still eating, so I took a stroll around the area. Emerging from the back of the store, I noticed a big traffic jam on the road to Lake Junction,. These usually indicate that some animal can be seen, so I sauntered over. Three huge antlered elk were relaxing in the meadow and pond. A ranger was trying to direct traffic and hundreds of people were watching. As I passed some Japanese tourists, I overhead them ask what the animal was. I hope they understood my “Are wa elku desu.”

    One of the elk had antlers that stood taller than Chu-Wan. After the family finished eating, I drove them over to the elk so that they could see them. Then we took the drive to the overlook of the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone. Nowhere near as impressive as the real Grand Canyon, it is nonetheless an impressive sight. We headed north to Tower, where we took a short hike to the waterfalls, then back to the parking lot.

    While we waited for Johnny and Tiffany to get ice cream, a ranger started to give a talk on the wolves in Yellowstone, how to identify them and where to see them. (Answer: No chance if you stick to the roads) Continuing on towards Mammoth, we came across another traffic jam, this time a female moose was standing in a stream. We got out to look at it and take some pictures. Few people noticed, but a small calf was sleeping near the stream’s edge. A ranger was shooing away all the people who tried to get too close to the animal.

    The moose showed her contempt for the crowd by really letting out a long and well-considered urination into the stream for all to see. I noticed that rangers were dispatched to animal sights to keep people from violating the minimum distance rules imposed in the park.

    When we reached Mammoth, I was more than a little disappointed. The brochures and pictures (and my memories) all showed a huge multicolored terraces, with colored water cascading over them, building them up day by day. The reality was huge dry terraces. There was a large network of wooden ramps leading to the top of the terraces, where steam could be seen, so off I went, leaving the others behind. Although I didn’t think the altitude was that high, the stairs really winded me, but when I go to the top I was rewarded with a view of: a small steaming pool of muddy water. The terraces were dead. Other visitors were complaining, and one explained that, just three years earlier, these were overflowing. None of the guidebooks said anything about the death of the Mammoth Hot Springs, but dead they were.

    Mammoth was our last stop of the day, and we returned to West Yellowstone. Chu-Wan and I went to dinner at Gusher Pizza. Johnny went along with us, but when the waitress said “ Just the two of you?” I looked behind me to correct her and realized that Johnny had disappeared. I went looking and saw him in the bar, where the bartender was saying to him, “You’re over 21? And you’re from Taiwan?” I decided this was where Johnny had disappeared to the night before and decided to leave him undisturbed. The pizza was very much like the boxed pizzas that my dad made at home when I was growing up. That is to say, it wasn’t that bad, but it wasn’t restaurant-quality either. Still, it was a pizza on a trip where I didn’t expect to have any at all.

    One thing I noticed, West Yellowstone had “casinos” and there were gambling machines in the pizza place and other locations. I must check to see what kind of gambling is legal in Montana these days.

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  • Yellowstone! – Day Zero Thursday August 19, 1999

    Prologue

    As a child, hardly an amenable weekend went by without my father taking me camping around Arizona. During longer breaks from school we’d travel father afield and there aren’t any western states that we didn’t camp in. While I enjoyed both the experience and the opportunity immensely, these memories of childhood are haphazard memories, ungrounded in geography. Vivid memories of places I had visited are virtually impossible to identify with names, and places I knew I had been to are no more than names on a map, waiting to be rediscovered in adulthood.

    In the summer of 1999 my new in-laws from Taiwan decided to come for a visit and a family vacation.

    Our first prospective vacation spot was Banff National Park in Canda. Being newly married, my wife, Chu-Wan, was going through the lengthy immigrations and naturalizations procedures here in the US. Consequently, she was not eligible to leave the US without potentially abandoning her visa application. Rather than risk that, we settled upon a US destination: Yellowstone National Park – the grandaddy of all national parks in the world.

    With a destination in mind, Chu-Wan (my wife), Mr. & Mrs. Huang (her parents), Johnny (her brother), Tiffany (Johnny’s girlfriend), Kiki (family friend’s daughter) and I set out on our trip.

    Day Zero – Thursday, August 19, 1999

    “From the air, the swath of destruction stood out against the ordered grid of Salt Lake City like a huge gaping wound ripped from the flesh of the city. Seen from the air, the magnitude of the destruction was humbling.” That’s how I wanted to start this travelogue, with an evocative description of the damage of the tornado that ripped through last week, instead I saw nothing of the damage.

    What I did see from the air, however, was the Great Salt Lake itself. Our flight path brought us over the lake and then looped back before our approach into the airport. The lake itself was comprised of dead, sickly-colored water, with strange flowing patterns of minerals clearly visible from the sky. At the edge of the lake, we crossed a great alkalai flat, and then, oddly, the pools of water took on an appearance of algae mats covering the surface of the water. This gave way to swampy ground and then suddenly the airport. In fact, so near the “swamp” was the airport that it appeared we were going to land in it, but at the last second solid ground appeared below us and then the tarmac.

    We arrived at about 2:00PM, almost on time despite a boarding delay due to a tire replacement, and then a further delay on the runway because the previous arriving flight on the same runway had blown a chunk out of their tire. The pilot assured us it was a common experience to loose parts of the plane when landing on hot runways like Phoenix’s. There was turbulence both leaving Phoenix and arriving in Salt Lake City, but the biggest shock was when we discovered that our flight to Pocatello – Idaho’s second largest “city” – was on a two engine prop driven plane. Never having been on a prop driven plane, I didn’t know what to expect. My mother-in-law was looking rather green and I later discovered she doesn’t enjoy flying (or anything involving heights) at all. She got a lot greener when we were in flight! The flight was OK most of the time, although the engines were noisy enough to prevent conversation. As we started descending into Pocatello, it became a roller coaster ride. It wasn’t a good thing, Chu-Wan was crushing my hand and I could see that Tiffany was also not enjoying the flight at all.

    Nonetheless, we arrived safely at gate 4 of the Pocatello airport. Gate 4 is rather comically named, as there appear to be no other gates, despite signs to the contrary. We picked up our luggage (they did have an electronic luggage conveyor) and checked out our rental car: A Dodge Caravan. Once our luggage was loaded on board we set off towards Pocatello. The van was nice, but the first 10 miles were spent while each member of the crew took turns whining from the back (in Chinese) to turn on the air conditioning in the back. It was a desceptively long drive into the thriving metropolis of Pocatello.

    By now, I was starving for lunch, but not so the rest of the family. Nobody was willing to let me stop for pizza, so I stopped in at Dairy Queen and had a chicken sandwich while they went to the nearby grocery store and shopped for supplies.

    After stocking up with enough groceries to last through winter, we headed north for the very long drive to West Yellowstone, Montana. For the most part, the drive is unmemorable, but we did pass the turn off for the Craters of the Moon monument.

    Craters of the Moon is one of the few places that I can vividely remember from childhood and I was eager to see if my memory was playing tricks on me, but we didn’t have time to detour to it. Even without the detour it was 8PM when we arrived in West Yellowstone and checked into a nice little hotel called the 3 Bears lodge. Because all of us were going to stay in one hotel room, Chu-Wan booked a special suite. It was a two-room hotel suite with one bathroom, but two separate sink areas, a refrigerator and a microwave. One room contained two queen-sized beds, the other contained a king size bed. We had decided that my in-laws would share the room with the two queen size beds, while we would be taking the seperate bedroom with the king-sized bed.

    When we arrived we were somewhat shocked to find that the king bed was in the open area with the bathroom and the main door while the two queen beds were in the private room. We had a most unsatisfactory dinner in town that night and turned in for the evening.

    As everyone was going to bed, Johnny went on one of his “errands” for Tiffany. This time to find her some milk. We had to give him a key and hope he wouldn’t disturb us when he returned. He returned several hours later, smelling suspiciously like a bar and without milk. It was hardly suprising that he couldn’t find milk, since he didn’t leave until after 10pm and there are apparently no convenience stores in West Yellowstone.

    About 2:30AM, I was awoken by the sound of someone trying to open a door – without success. My first waking thought was that someone was trying to break in to the room. Instead, I discovered Chu-Wan’s father trying to get into the bathroom. Apparently when Johnny came home, he took a quick shower to disguise the evidence and managed to lock the bathroom door on his way out. 10 minutes with a bobby pin and I was able to open the door. Not an auspsious first night in West Yellowstone.

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  • December 20, 1998

    Our flight to Singapore was at 9:20AM, so we planned for an early start to the airport.

    Unfortunately, Chu-Wan refused to go out in public with only half of one eyebrow and spent an inordinate amount of time constructing a new one, which made us late for catching the bus to the airport. Chu-Wan’s father came to the rescue and drove us to the bus stop, but it was already gone, and so we chased the bus down in his car, somewhat like a car chase on Hawaii 5-0, until they stopped at the next stop and we got on.

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